last night, Daddy Ting walked into our room and then walked back into the study where we were doing some work.

‘Do you know that Oliver is sleeping on our bed?’ Huh?

Oliver hasn’t slept in our room for the past 2 years or so. As a first time mom, I was determined to not have any kids in our bed. Obviously it didn’t happen. Hahahaha. You just throw every bit of logic and sense out of the window when all you want is to sleep. We had been co-sleeping with the kids for 3.5 years before I kicked the boys & Daddy Ting out of our room cos I was pregnant with Sarah and 4.5 people on a queen sized bed meant only I wasn’t getting any sleep.

I probably missed them for…2 nights? Hahahaha. But for the first time in a looooong loong time, I slept through the night.

mummy milestone met.

Wah..never looked back since. Okay, granted I enjoyed it for like another half a year before Sarah came along. I’ll take what I can get! And yes, we are co-sleeping again..kua kua. At least from 3am onwards only.

But yes, we were surprised he wandered in on his own, settled himself down at the base of our bed and continued sleeping. I realised that I haven’t watched him sleep or be asleep for the longest time. You know how kids look different when they are asleep? Maybe it’s cause they don’t struggle when you try to get a good look haha.

He looked a little longer, more matured and peaceful. And he definitely looked different.

Was it because I saw him all the time at home that’s why I miss out on the differences? It does feel that way.

He is in K1 now. There has been a bit more homework for him after the June holidays. Simple spelling tests, writing of Chinese characters and Show & Tell. We don’t have a proper area for the kids to ‘study’ per say. Our living room has been taken over by them but the layout is all over the place cos of Sarah’s play yard. They do their writing/homework on the floor, either lying down, or crouched over.

So we did some rearranging this morning. Sarah has been wandering around the house like she owns it, refusing to be confined in the play yard, so I figured it’s time to pack up the playmat and play yard, and open up the living room a lot more for the boys.

On a side note, seriously.

With Oliver, we only packed up the play yard when he was almost 2 years old.
With Quentin, we packed it up when he was 15 mths old.
With Sarah, I just packed it up today, when she is 10 mths old.

But hey, my living room never looked more spacious!! So the shifting began. Lego area in one corner, two red rectangular Mammut tables, bookshelves shifted, so Sarah has access to her board books. Oliver calls it the ‘new place’ now. Quentin loves that he has a space of his own. And Sarah..couldn’t care less about not having a space of her own cos the whole living room is her space and anywhere that her brothers’ are is also her territory.

eskew me!

Case in point.

I’m sorta gradually transitioning myself to get ready for Oliver attending primary school with all the recent primary school registration talk going on my feed. Not fun. So much things about the system that I am annoyed about. Urgh.

Quentin. He wakes up and he comes into my bed for morning cuddles. Something that Oliver did when Quentin was Sarah’s age. First point of connection in the day, and they are happy to lie quietly for a while before deciding that breakfast is the next call of order. I do enjoy it. One day, I told Oliver that I enjoy hugging him, and that I’d better hug him before he doesn’t like to hug me anymore. He gave me the most bewildered look ever, like how can that be even possible?? hahahahaha. Oh boys, one day, you’ll find another to hug.

balance biking

I’m thankful for school. Being at home squashed between two siblings..makes it hard for this one to shine. Being at school means he is on his own, and he has his own voice. And it shows. He didn’t have any issues going to school, cos he is familiar with the environment and the teachers, thanks to picking Oliver up. But it took him about half a year before he stepped out of his shell and became more interactive in class.

The way his eyes lit up when he identifies his friends and they respond back (Oliver sometimes ignores him when he calls out to him). It is so so so cute.

Now we’re at the point of splitting the boys into two sessions. Argh. Headache. On one hand I feel bad for separating the boys cos it would mean they would only see each other after 2pm; on another hand, I think that splitting them now would make it easier for us to transition to the P1 schedule, and will allow Quentin to stay with his new friends for 3 years instead of moving him the year after. So half hearted on either decisions.

Whhhhhy. Oh..and of course there is the consideration if splitting them will officially screw my life up cos there will be no more 3 hour breaks for me, I’d have to cook lunch (oh wait, that is void cos I’d have to cook lunch for Sarah anyways..). Okay, I think I can live without the 3 hour break. *sigh* Must think about kids, must think about kids.

I think hor..parenting decisions are just going get a whole lot harder cos the kids will eventually want to have a say in it. Not looking forwards to tween-agers.

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